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 Many man  death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go get something  eat man
 I'm hungry  a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn what's taking  so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50,  down, here he come
 
 9 Shots
 
  and 50 Cent
 Ahh,  what the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son, pull  pull up!
 
 Intro
  men, wish death upon me
 Blood in my eye dawg  I can't see
 I'm trying to be what I'm  to be
  niggaz trying to take my life away
 I put a hole in nigga  fucking with me
 My back on the  now you gon' see
 Better watch how  talk, when you talk about me
 Cause I'll  and take your life away
 
 Many  many, many, many, many men
 Wish death 'pon 
 Lord I  cry no more
 Don't look  the sky no more
  mercy on me
 
 Now these pussy niggaz  money on my head
 Go on and get your refund  I ain't dead
 I'm the diamond  the dirt, that ain't been found
 I'm the underground king and  ain't been crowned
 When I rhyme, something  happen every time
 I'm the greatest,  like Ali in his prime
 I walk  block with the bundles
 I've been knocked on the 
 Swing  ox when I rumble
 Show your ass  my gun do
 Got a  nigga, go'head, lose your head
  your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
 I walk around gun on waist, chip on my 
 Till  bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men, many, many, many,  men
 Wish  'pon me
  I don't cry no more
 Don't look to the  no more
  mercy on me
 Have mercy on  soul
 Somewhere my  turned cold
 Have mercy on  men
 Many,  many, many men
  death upon me
 
 Some days wouldn't be special, if  wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel so  if it wasn't for pain
 Death  be easy, 'cause life is hard
  leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
 This if  my niggaz on the block, twisting trees and cigars
 For the niggaz on lock,  life behind bars
 I don't see only god  judge me, 'cause I see things clear
  these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in  you can call me the Don
 Like Malcolm  any means, with my gun in my palm
 Slim switched sides on  let niggaz ride on me
 I thought we was cool, why you want  to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
  night I talk to god, but he don't say nothing back
  know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
 In my  niggaz keep pulling techs on me
 Psych says some bitch dumb, put a hex  me
 The feds  know much, when Pac got shot
 I got a kite from the pens that told me,  got knocked
 I ain't gonna spell it out  you motherfuckers all the time
 Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read  the lines
  the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
 Almost shot me, three weeks later he  shot down
 Now it's clear  I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like  got hit, but he ain't fucking breathing
 
 Chorus